People in your life
Die
So that you can live.
They die
So that you can find reasons to live,
And until you’ve lived
You cannot pass,
Until you’ve loved
You cannot make the matter mass
Until you’ve found someone to
Latch on to.
You cannot go into the unknown.
What if we only die
When our last love has found
Someone to love,
Someone to care for,
Someone to replace us.
What if we die to save our loves
Until they find a different way to love?
what was before, he asked wildly
the night was young, and suddenly
i closed my eyes and felt the breeze,
the swing of wind, the gentle tease
of newer breath that’s all over the place.
you give me power, give me space,
give me a wilderness i’ve never faced.
less of an angel in disgrace,
more of a devil to embrace.
So much scarring from morning sun,
blistering cold from trains and cars passing me by.
So many cuts from blades of grass,
so much noise from storms,
but so much comfort from people I’ve known.
So much destruction from the outside world,
and yet so much peace from looking into your eyes.
Safety and quiet from being with you,
happiness and fulfillment from breathing the same air.
Outside is rough, it’s noisy and loud,
outside is grim, tired and soiled.
Inside is tranquil, with nothing in between.
I open my eyes, and here I am, embroiled.
Detach. Disconnect. Depress.
Dum-dum-dum.
Constant noise of fake and music,
Constant sounds of loud and shriek.
Depart. Discontinue. Deny.
Dum-dum-dum.
Obvious noise, obvious fake, obvious music.
Obvious sounds of the outside and panic.
This was the last train
For things to be said,
For things that have remained
To be left unentertained.
There’s no reason for me to speak my mind,
I missed it, the train and the terrain,
And now I’m taking a random bus.
Undeterred,
E tot ce mi-a rămas.
This was the last train,
And now I’m looking for different stations,
Motivations,
And temptations.
This is the first bus
To somewhere new,
And half in light, and half in dark,
Is where I start.
what’s left of lovers,
hugs in disguise,
thinking of monsters
but we’re none the wise
and while they keep struggling,
for better or worse,
like old tired deities
from cities of norse,
what’s left of friends,
shambles in truth,
wasted memories
of the dangerous youth
that we’ve both survived
and acknowledged and thrived.
what’s left of hearts,
imagination
and stare.
We lock eyes
in binary lies,
in nights and days,
and kings and queens,
indifferent to the noise,
we always choose
between black and white,
forgetting to grow
between spaces,
so focused on the aces,
and not remembering
how hard is to know
to fight the darkness,
but to resist the light,
to move between spaces
of easy harshness
and such heavy light.
We live between
heavens and hells.
But with all the bells,
i can promise you,
the inbetween is yours to take.